Jojo's Bizarre Grail War Part 4 : A Z-Machine Adventure

[the old guy]

>Read the new info!

[Hello Purvis]

>Read the new info!

>Midnighter: Thomas Blood
>Strength: B
>Mana: C
>Endurance: C
>Luck: E
>Agility: A
>N. Phantasm: C
>Class Skills
>>Panache   A+
>Personal Skills
>>Short Blades B
>>Presence Concealment: A+
>>Face in the Crowd: A
>Noble Phantasm
>>Crown Jewels C

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[the old guy]

>Can we get anymore info on Presence Concealment or Face in the Crowd?

> "I got it!"

[Hello Purvis]

>Can we get anymore info on Presence Concealment or Face in the Crowd?

> "I got it!"

>Presence Concealment
>The ability to move without being noticed. A servant with this skill may use it to evade notice, even from other servants. A critical tool for those who do not attack directly.
>Face in the Crowd
>The ability to blend seamlessly into a group of people. The bearer of this talent will not stand out, and will not be remembered even by those who look directly at them. While they are not exactly invisible, they are unremarkable to the point that they simply do not attract notice or recall. Methods that can probe for memories outside of a person's recollection can find these memories still.
>"Good! Then let's make sure Archer learns!" says Georgia.

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[the old guy]

>Panache? Short Blades? Crown Jewels?

>Whisper into the phone connected to Archer's, "Are you there?"

[Hello Purvis]

>Panache? Short Blades? Crown Jewels?

>Whisper into the phone connected to Archer's, "Are you there?"

>Panache: The ability to act with style and flair, whatever the situation. Panache can impress or distract onlookers, or hide little fatal flaws in ones actions.
>Short Blades: Skill with edged weapons that are too short to be considered a proper sword, employing them in melee and throwing.
>Crown Jewels: An anti-personal noble phantasm, this allows one to steal that which cannot be stolen, changing the concept in question to a physical object. This cannot steal things intrinsic to a person or thing; one cannot steal another's health or a machine's power; rather it steals intangible things gifted from one source to another. Spells placed upon an object, a person's tattoos, or warm one feels from being close to a fire, these things can be stolen. If the victim can reclaim the stolen object and use it, the theft will be ended. Others may not so, only one is worthy of the crown.
>You contact Archer. On the other side of the call, you can hear definite footfalls; she is running. "I'm here!" comes Archer's voice.

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[the old guy]

>"I got a read on his abilities! From worse to easiest to deal with, he can move without being noticed, blend seamlessly into a crowd of people to the point that even if you look directly at his face, you won't remember it! And then there's his Noble Phantasm, it's really confusing, but the short version is he can steal intangible things from physical objects that are gifted from another source, like tattoos for one, when it's stolen he gets it in the form of a crown! Steal that and you get it back! Oh, and he's got this thing called "Panache", which leads him act so stylish that people might not be able to see the little flaws in his actions. And then he's really good at using short blades."

>"Only weakness I can tell is he's really unlucky, maybe we can exploit it."

[Hello Purvis]

>"I got a read on his abilities! From worse to easiest to deal with, he can move without being noticed, blend seamlessly into a crowd of people to the point that even if you look directly at his face, you won't remember it! And then there's his Noble Phantasm, it's really confusing, but the short version is he can steal intangible things from physical objects that are gifted from another source, like tattoos for one, when it's stolen he gets it in the form of a crown! Steal that and you get it back! Oh, and he's got this thing called "Panache", which leads him act so stylish that people might not be able to see the little flaws in his actions. And then he's really good at using short blades."

>"Only weakness I can tell is he's really unlucky, maybe we can exploit it."

>"I need a name!" Archer says.
>Georgia starts looking around.

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[The ⑨th Zentillion]

> "Midnighter is Thomas Blood, and that Noble Phantasm is called Crown Jewels..."
> Notice Georgia looking around "Hm? Something up?"

[Hello Purvis]

> "Midnighter is Thomas Blood, and that Noble Phantasm is called Crown Jewels..."
> Notice Georgia looking around "Hm? Something up?"

>"Got it," says Archer.
>Georgia is frowning. looking here and there. "You hear that?"

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[The ⑨th Zentillion]

> "Hear what?"
> Do a quick assessment of the environs, both visually and aidioably. Are we being watched/is someone/thing coming our way?

[Hello Purvis]

> "Hear what?"
> Do a quick assessment of the environs, both visually and aidioably. Are we being watched/is someone/thing coming our way?

>Looking around, you think you can hear something that sounds like muffled talking from around the side of a house up the road, about two yard lengths away.

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[the old guy]

>Quietly: "Stay quiet."
>Try to creep up slowly to the source of said conversation.
>Gester towards Georga to follow us.

[Hello Purvis]

>You make your way up the road, Georgia following behind you without a weird.
>"No, I'm sure it was this way!" you can hear a sort of reedy man's voice say.
>"That is not what you said fa minute ago!" comes a woman's retort.

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[the old guy]

>Try to silently get to a spot that lets us see what the two arguers look like.

[Hello Purvis]

>Try to silently get to a spot that lets us see what the two arguers look like.

>You move a bit closer, hoping to get a glimpse.
>You can just seen around the house from this spot on the sidewalk, and you can see what looks like a short person with long, blonde hair, wearing a dark overcoat despite the season. You can't immediately tell their gender.

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[The ⑨th Zentillion]

> We can't tell the blond(e)'s gender, but can we tell whether they're a Servant or not?
> And by that I mean, try a stat scan.

[Hello Purvis]

> We can't tell the blond(e)'s gender, but can we tell whether they're a Servant or not?
> And by that I mean, try a stat scan.

>You don't think they are a servant, but that does not forego the possibility that they are hiding something...

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[The ⑨th Zentillion]

> Maybe we can identify their partner.
> Have we heard his voice before? If only we could get a closer look!
> But we need to keep from being spotted, hmmm...

[Hello Purvis]

> Maybe we can identify their partner.
> Have we heard his voice before? If only we could get a closer look!
> But we need to keep from being spotted, hmmm...

>You cannot see their partner right now.
>You have not heard this voice before.

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[The ⑨th Zentillion]

> Looks like there's only one thing to do then:
> Continue our eavesdropping.

[Hello Purvis]

> Looks like there's only one thing to do then:
> Continue our eavesdropping.

>"Look. these things keep moving around, okay?" says the reedy voice. "It's not like they're buried in the ground or anything!"
>You feel Georgia's hand softly touch you shoulder; soft enough that you don't instantly jump! Then more firmly a moment later, trying to tug you back.

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[the old guy]

>Look back towards Georga.

[Hello Purvis]

>Look back towards Georga.

>She is looking at you very intently, and trying to pull you back.

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[The ⑨th Zentillion]

> Step back.
> Whisper while sneaking off from the scene, indicating Georgia to follow. "Mm. Best not to risk getting caught..."
> Once a safe distance... "Didn't get what I needed from dropping some eaves, but they're looking for something. What, I don't know, but whatever it is just keeps eluding them..."

[Hello Purvis]

> Step back.
> Whisper while sneaking off from the scene, indicating Georgia to follow. "Mm. Best not to risk getting caught..."
> Once a safe distance... "Didn't get what I needed from dropping some eaves, but they're looking for something. What, I don't know, but whatever it is just keeps eluding them..."

>As you start sneaking off, Georgia gives harsh whisper: "That's them!"
>You are also sure you hear them coming closer.

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[The ⑨th Zentillion]

>"Those were the two snooping around your hotel room? Great..."
> Keep moving "Not too sure they're looking for us right now, though. Can't let them find us, in either case."

[Hello Purvis]

>"Those were the two snooping around your hotel room? Great..."
> Keep moving "Not too sure they're looking for us right now, though. Can't let them find us, in either case."

>You keep moving, stepping out of the yard that you were in.
>Then one of the people rounds the corner. Wearing a trenchcoat despite it being june and carrying a dowsing rod, you cannot imagine this person isn't some kind of magus. At a glance, you can't determine their gender, either. Their hair is long and blonde, that doesn't help. Their face is fairly thin, and you thin they're wearing mascara, or they have bags under their eyes. You just don't know.
>They just stare at you for a moment, as a tall woman rounds the corner.

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[The ⑨th Zentillion]

> Well, so much for not getting caught. "...Shit."
> Give them a deer in the headlights look as you try to discern their features, and then give up; what they identify as isn't important. What is important that you've been caught by them.
> Speaking of getting caught, glance at the new woman on the block as well.

[Hello Purvis]

> Well, so much for not getting caught. "...Shit."
> Give them a deer in the headlights look as you try to discern their features, and then give up; what they identify as isn't important. What is important that you've been caught by them.
> Speaking of getting caught, glance at the new woman on the block as well.

>"...Who the hell?" the androgynous person says, their voice reedy and not giving you any clue to a gender.
>The tall woman is a bit order, heavyset with dowdy hair and unkempt brown hair. Her eyes narrow as she observes you. "It's them, isn't it?" she says.
>You are sure there is someone else with them, too.

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